boynamedsue

coming to the bay this week. This last week was terrible. One suicide attempt. One dose of betrayal. Much need for vengence. My shoulders puff out and need the friction of a brick wall. Hopefully, Everything will be handled soon. I will be entering therapy. Kymm(frigga) once said she worried I would burn out, maybe I did. Put the second collection together yesterday. It is far better than the first. I am being profiled in a Documentry of young writers. Evrything is work. I want everything to be Jazz. I sit and think, Mingus was this crazy too and that thought makes me feel better. I can't spell, but that is the least of my worries. I miss you too, matt and I would love to get together with you this coming weekend, but for me to spend the night, Laura, my love, must do the same, because we have such little time together when she is home from school. Send the one love from unckle brien.

There is nothing worse than wasted talent, I keep chanting to myself.